Friday, May 09, 2008


Julie answered the knock on the bedroom door by opening it a tiny fraction, just enough to see through. Her foot preventing it from opening further, she peered out. “What?” she said.

Jasfoup fidgeted in his playbunny sleeping shorts (tight fit, extra large gusset) and matching silk dressing gown. “Is Felicia in with you?” he asked. “I went to wake her up for her morning walk but she’s not in her room.”

Julie looked over her shoulder and back. “She’s not feeling well,” she said. “Best you give it a miss today.”

“Not feeling well?” Jasfoup flickered and was suddenly wearing his customary Armani. “She’s a werewolf. Weres don’t get ill.”

“She’s not ill.” Julie lowered her voice. She’s in the flow.”

The demon narrowed his eyebrows. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It’s her time of the year.”

“What?” Jasfoup scratched his head. “Time of the month, you mean? That doesn’t usually bother her.”

“She’s in wolf form.”


Zinnia Cyclamen said...

Lovely to read you again. I do enjoy dropping in here.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Lovely to have you reading :)